Zile(Art) was born and raised in Latvia. In the beginning of 2010 She moved to the Isle of Man. Until then she regarded the pencil as an ally in the geometry lessons and occasional drawing classes which she never finished. She spend her daylight hours on the Isle of Man alone, thus learning new things about heryself. In order not to feel sad about being away from Latvia she started drawing. It has now become her everyday activity. She draw portraits of people and dogs, the latter taking most of the time as she have loved dogs from her childhood.

After two years of independent and persistent work she became an artist at the Sayle Gallery of Isle of Man – a fact that honors a beginner like her. You can find eclectism and a mix of other styles in her work. But that is…

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If you read the comments after my post, “Writing a Book? Your Title Is Key,” you noticed that William Sheehan, one of my followers, asked me to address the topic of book covers. The Wall Street Journal once published, “You can’t tell—but you can sell–a book by its cover.”

I believe this is true from my experience of writing and publishing four titles. The cover of your book is a sales tool, just as much as its function is to protect the book. According to the Wall Street Journal, the average bookstore browser who picks up a book, spends eight seconds reading the front cover and 15 seconds reading the back cover. Of course, at first, the spine with the book’s title catches the browser’s eye, otherwise he wouldn’t have pulled the book off the shelf. The front cover with the title, perhaps a subtitle that further identifies the subject…

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It has been so good these last few days. The responses from people here have been excellent. I would like to thank everyone for the warm welcome here and those who read and don’t comment too. Lets face it some people don’t exactly feel comfortable commenting on a blog if they see it in passing.

Well, I say jump in. I used to think that you had to be famous for people to want to read your blog. I’m talking about the earlier days when blogging really boomed now.

Then of course everyone does it and these things skyrocket. So anyone reading this and in two minds its easy all you have to do is say hello. That’s it, just one word….

Oh, alright then I’ll start first……

Hello, kick back, read and comment….

There, that wasn’t so bad. Now while you’re here you might want to tell people about your blog and leave a link.

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Freij knew it was cold, but she did not feel it. She called it awareness. Lately this awareness had swelled to everything around her; to the wind, the fires from the Wrigg below the mountain, and even the heat from the far away moons. Then there was the tingling of electricity that ran through all living things and coursed into her. She did not think it was the metal of her body conducting it. It was something much more.

Freijgilten watched the horses far below. She sat on the edge of an obsidian spire that jutted up amongst the warped rocks and cliffs of this Wrigg valley. The pack of them glowed faintly purple and brown with this electricity. She had walked with them before and they had bowed to her. They could feel who she was, too, just as she could feel them with more than just the five…

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Ever since the extraordinary events of Inkspell, when the enchanted book Inkheart drew Meggie and her father, Mo, into its chapters, life in the Inkworld has been more tragic than magical.

The fire-eater Dustfinger is dead, having sacrificed his life for his apprentice Farid’s, and now, under the rule of the evil Adderhead, the fairy-tale land is in bloody chaos, its characters far beyond the control of Fenoglio, their author. Even Elinor, left behind in the real world, believes her family to be lost—lost between the covers of a book.

Facing the threat of eternal winter, Mo inks a dangerous deal with Death itself. There yet remains a faint hope of changing the cursed story—if only he can fill its pages fast enough.

After being entranced first by Inkheart, then Inkspell, I couldn’t wait to read the last book. But I…